Prom was as fun as it could be when you have just had your heart brutally torn from your body and stomped on relentlessly. I think the best part was the food at Stef's house afterward... as Jenna said, "I don't even want to drink. I just want to eat ( Read more... )

Today was so bad. I just feel so bad.

Lunch. Was. So. Weird.

It was good weird, but it seriously was one of the weirdest things ever. Jen told Stef that she spilled soup on her term sheet (AND MINE THANK YOU) and Stef laughed and said thank-you-for-telling-me-I-did-not-notice. And less than three hours later, friends are reunited, and everything is back to the way it was sophomore ( Read more... )

My hair smells like gross perfume CADAH GOULET.

I wish someone could just tell me where to go to college. But it's never that easy, is it?

Happy Birthday Alysha!

STOP BEING SO FUCKING FULL OF YOURSELF. SOMEDAY WE ARE ALL GOING TO FLIP OUT ON YOU AND YOU WILL FINALLY KNOW HOW TERRIBLE YOU ARE. OK?

Please stop doing construction work in front of my house. It's annoying. Please stop it now.

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So Skidmore. Got in, but got into this thing where 36 kids are chosen to spend the first semester in London and then return to campus for second semester. Or I could go on the waiting list... which would make me one of the first 36 people on the waiting list. Not bad. I don't really want to go there anyway ($44,000 a year, hello?)... but it's nice ( Read more... )